I told him with a quivering voice, “Bro, you are getting so big. And you’ve eaten so much tonight. M…Maybe you should slow down?”
Wrong thing to say to him.
His stomach roared as it churned our kitchen food into fat. He wobbled toward me with big thumping footsteps. His belly jiggled and rippled with each step. I remember when it used to be a flat stomach with abs. Now it had been ballooned and bloated. The motion caused him to burp loud in my face. He was getting aggressive. He was hungry. He put one powerful hand on my scrawny shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. Just enough to remind me how strong he was. He looked down at me and cocked a smirk, his belly nearly pressing me up against the wall.
“It’s what it is, bud. You’ll just have to buy more food, cuz I need to keep eating. And get double so I have some when I wake up tomorrow. Come on, bro. You’re gonna let me starve?”
His belly gurgled as he said ‘starve.’ The audacity of him to use that word. The greed and gluttony that had engulfed him in that moment. He was in the zone. He wasn’t my gentle giant roommate. And he wouldn’t be until he woke up tomorrow with bigger belly that had been satisfied…for a little while…
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